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Han Jisung closes his bar when the city is already quiet.
Lee Minho opens his flower shop before it wakes up.
They exist on opposite sides of the same street, passing each other only in the in-between-too early, too late, never quite at the same time.
Until one morning, a note appears.
What starts as small observations left on paper turns into something harder to ignore-something built on routine, distance, and all the things they don't say out loud.
But some things don't stay written forever.
And at some point, someone has to cross the street.
- a short story -